Primordial Undead

Crack...

The battle was over almost in an instant...

Meng Jia Lagu De, the most powerful pirate six hundred years ago, had once been a figure who gave the leaders of the western nations endless headaches. To deal with him, the various nations had tried every possible method: joint sieges, high-bounty assassinations, and even asking wizards to curse him with dark forbidden magic.

Yet no one had been able to kill him. Some had even believed he was the bastard child of the sea's protection. Even the reason he had become what he was now was because, when illness was about to take away his health, he had voluntarily sought out the undead organization...

He might never have imagined that one day he would die so casually, without even having time to put up the slightest resistance.

The instant those pitch-black hands seized his neck, his body stopped obeying the commands of his soul. That crack had snapped all his ability to resist.

Strangely, as he died, he saw the shadow behind him. At the same time, he saw that shadow enter his body. His perspective felt strange. Why could he see his own body? And see it from every angle? Could this be the legendary God's Perspective?

Moreover... the neck of his body hadn't been twisted at all...

He looked at his own body. It first stiffened, then moved and turned its head toward him. That familiar yet unfamiliar face—familiar because he saw that face every day, unfamiliar because this was the first time he had seen someone else occupying it. The sight was eerie...

His neck really hadn't been twisted...

But if his neck hadn't been twisted, what had just been twisted by it?

Meng Jia Lagu De pondered curiously, but could not figure it out. He only